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								 Waters 
                              of March  
								(Águas de Março) 
								
								
				
	Compositor: 
								Tom 
                              JobimIntérprete:
								Sofia
 
								A stick, a 
                              stoneÉ um resto de toco
 It's the end of the 
                              road
 It's a little 
                              alone
 
  
								It's a sliver of 
                              glassIt is life, it's the 
                              sun
 It is night, it is 
                              death
 It's a trap, it's a 
                              gun
 
  
								
								É peroba do campoE o nó da 
								madeira
 Caingá, 
                              candeia
 É o matita 
                              pereira
 
  
								É madeira de 
                              ventoTombo da 
                              ribanceira
 É o mistério 
                              profundo
 É o queira ou não 
                              queira
 
  
								It's the wind blowing 
                              freeIt's the end of the 
                              slope
 It's a beam, it's a 
                              void
 It's a hunch, it's a 
                              hope
 
  
								And the river bank 
                              talksof the waters of 
                              march,
 It's the end of the 
                              strain
 It's 
                              the joy in your 
                              heart
 
  
								É o pé, é o 
                              chãoÉ a marcha 
                              estradeira
 Passarinho na 
                              mão
 Pedra de 
                              atiradeira
 
  
								A fish, a flashA 
                              silvery glow
 A fight, a 
                              bet
 The range of a 
                              bow
 
								É o fundo do 
                              poçoÉ o fim do 
                              caminho
 No rosto o 
                              desgosto
 É um pouco 
                              sozinho
 
  
								A spear, a 
                              spikeA point, a 
                              nail
 A drip, a 
                              drop
 The end of the 
                              tale
 
  
								A truckload of 
                              bricksIn the soft morning 
                              light
 The 
                              shot of a gun
 In the dead of the 
                              night
 
  
								A mile, a mustA 
                              thrust, a bump
 It's a girl, it's a 
                              rhyme
 It's a cold, it's the 
                              mumps
 
								The plan of the 
                              houseThe body in 
                              bed
 And the car that got 
                              stuck
 It's the mud, it's the 
                              mud
 
  
								A float, a 
                              driftA flight, a 
                              wing
 A hawk, a 
                              quail
 The promise of 
                              spring
 
  
								And the riverbank 
                              talksof the waters of 
                              march
 It's the promise of 
                              life
 It's the joy in your 
                              heart
 
  
								And the riverbank 
                              talksof the waters of 
                              march
 It's the promise of 
                              life
 It's the joy in your 
                              heart
 
  
								A stick, a 
                              stoneIt's the end of the 
                              road
 É um resto de 
                              toco
 É um pouco 
                              sozinho
 
  
								It's a sliver of 
                              glassIt is life, it's the 
                              sun
 É a noite, é a 
                              morte
 É um laço, é o 
                              anzol
 
  
								The plan of the 
                              houseThe body in 
                              bed
 And the car that got 
                              stuck
 It's the mud, it's the 
                              mud
 
  
								É o projeto da 
                              casaÉ o corpo na 
                              cama
 É o carro 
                              enguiçado
 É a lama, é a 
                              lama
 
  
								São as águas de 
                              marçoFechando o 
                              verão
 É a promessa de 
                              vida
 No teu 
                              coração
 
  
								And the riverbank 
                              talksof the waters of 
                              march
 It's the promise of 
                              life
 It's the joy in your 
                              heart
 
								And the riverbank 
                              talksof the waters of 
                              march
 It's the promise of 
                              life
 It's the joy in your 
                              heart
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								Sofia 
								é uma cantora 
                              de Filipinas, que lançou o álbum “A Girl Meets 
                              Bossa Nova“, com músicas da Bossa Nova e outras, 
                              internacionais, em ritmo e arranjo de Bossa Nova. 
                              Tem 23 anos.    |